Upon the morning, a fog lifted and the dead were seen
Waves of bodies lost upon a field, a mourning rose aloud
We fought Mongols to take back all our lives, sovereignty
With us there upon fields, our ancestors present in clouds
Never again would we be crushed in body, more in mind
We'd fight every attempt to bring us to heel, we'd decided
We would never again be made to bow, to be just slaves
We would never be made animals whatever we faced
We understood cost as we cried out and we knew
Our ancestors lingered in the fog of time
Waiting for their chance to revisit life
And make the presence alive
